Vatinius.

As Octavia did That old sea-mutton Anicetus.

Tig. Hish!

Ner. First, sir, Send me these same suspicious officers. Meanwhile for her,—thy rank may win thy tale So much respect,—she goes not free. (To Tig.) Good master, Keep her in custody.

Ep. (aside to Proculus). Hear me! I warn thee. Join, or be first to die!

Pro. Now, Cæsar, again She invites me to conspire.

Ner. Come, man; she mocks thee: She hath won the privilege. (To Tig.) Take her away; But treat her well. You follow me: I go To judge the cases argued yesterday. No folly, Proculus, like being in earnest, When others are all jesting.

[Exeunt. Tigellinus with Epicharis: Proculus and Vatinius with Nero.