_Tigell_. Downe we were set at table and began With sparckling bowles to chase our feares away, And mirth and pleasure lookt out of our eyes; When, loe, a breathless messenger arrives And tells how _Vindex_ and the powers of France Have _Sergius Galba_ chosen Emperor; With what applause the Legions him receive; That Spaines revolted, Portingale hath ioyn'd; As much suspected is of Germany. But _Nero_, not abiding out the end, Orethrew the tables, dasht against the ground The cuppe which he so much, you know, esteem'd; Teareth his haire and with incensed rage Curseth false men and Gods the lookers on. _Neoph_. His rage, we saw, was wild and desperate. _Epaph_. O you unsearched wisedomes which doe laugh At our securitie and feares alike, And plaine to shew our weaknesse and your power Make us contemne the harmes which surest strike; When you our glories and our pride undoe Our overthrow you make ridiculous too. [_Exeunt_. (SCENE 2.) _Enter Nimphidius solus_. Slow making counsels and the sliding yeere Have brought me to the long foreseene destruction Of this misled young man. His State is shaken And I will push it on; revolted France Nor the coniured Provinces of Spaine Nor his owne guilt shall like to me oppresse him. I to his easie yeelding feares proclaime New German mutenys and all the world Rowsing it selfe in hate of _Neroes_ name; I his distracted counsels doe disperce With fresh despaires; I animate the Senate And the people, to ingage them past recall In preiudice of _Nero_: and in briefe Perish he must,--the fates and I resolve it. Which to effect I presently will goe Proclaime a _Donative_ in _Galbaes_ name. _Enter Antoneus to him_. _Anton_. Yonders _Nimphidius_, our Commander, now. I with respect must speake and smooth my brow. --Captaine, all haile. _Nimph_. _Antoneus_, well met. Your place of _Tribune_ in this Anarchi. _Anton_. This Anarchy, my Lord? is _Nero_ dead? _Nimph_. This Anarchy, this yet unstiled time While Galba is unseased of the Empire Which _Nero_ hath forsooke. _Anton_. Hath _Nero_ then resign'd the Empire? _Nimph_. In effect he hath for he's fled to _Egypt_. _Anton_. My Lord, you tell strange newes to me. _Nimph_. But nothing strange to mee, Who every moment knew of his despaires. The Curriers came so fast with fresh alarmes Of new revolts that he, unable quite To beare his feares which he had long conceal'd, Is now revolted from himselfe and fled. _Anton_. Thrust with report and rumours from his seat! My Lord, you know the Campe depends on you As you determine.