_Nimph_. There it lies _Antonius_. What should we doe? it boots not to relie On Neroes stinking fortunes; and to sit Securely looking on were to receive An Emperor from Spaine: which how disgracefull It were to us who, if we waigh our selves, The most materiall accessions are Of all the Roman Empire. Which disgrace To cover we must ioyne ourselves betimes, And therefore seeme to have created _Galba_. Therefore He straight proclaime a _Donative_ Of thirty thousand sesterces a man. _Anton_. I thinke so great a gift was never heard of. _Galba_, they say, is frugally inclinde: Will he avow so great a gift as this? _Nimph_. Howere he like of it he must avow it, If by our promise he be once ingaged; And since the souldiers care belongs to mee, I will have care of them and of their good. Let them thank me if I through this occasion Procure for them so great a donative. [_Ex. Nimph_. _Anton_. So you be thankt it skils not who prevaile, _Galba_ or _Nero_,--traitor to them both. You give it out that _Neroes_ fled to _Egypt_, Who, with the frights of your reports amaz'd, By our device doth lurke for better newes, Whilst you inevitably doe betray him. Workes he all this for _Galba_ then? Not so: I have long seene his climbing to the Empire By secret practises of gracious women. And other instruments of the late Court. That was his love to her that me refus'd; And now by this he would [gain?] give the souldiers favour. Now is the time to quit _Poppaeas_ scorne And his rivallity. Ile straight reveale His treacheries to _Galbaes_ agents here. [_Exit_. (SCENE 3.) _Enter Tigellinus with the Guard_. _Tigell_. You see what issue things doe sort unto; Yet may we hope not only impunitie But with our fellowes part oth' guift proclaim'd. _Nero meets them_. _Nero_. Whether goe you? stay, my friends; 'Tis Caesar calls you; stay, my loving friends. _Tigell_. We were his slaves, his footstooles, and must crouch But now with such observance to his feet; It is his misery that calles us friends. _Nero_. And moves you not the misery of a Prince? O stay, my friends, stay, harken to the voyce Which once yee knew. _Tigell_. Harke to the peoples cryes, Harke to the streets that _Galba, Galba_, ring. _Nero_. The people may forsake me without blame, I did them wrong to make you rich and great, I tooke their houses to bestow on you; Treason in them hath name of libertie: Your fault hath no excuse, you are my fault And the excuse of others treachery. _Tigell_. Shall we with staying seeme his tyrannies T'uphold, as if we were in love with them? We are excus'd (unlesse we stay too long) As forced Ministers and a part of wrong. [_Ex. praeter Nero_.