A Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 1 by Various
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_Enter Poppea solus. [Sic.]_ _Poppea_. I lookt _Nimphidius_ would have come ere this. Makes he no greater hast to our embraces, Or doth the easiness abate his edge? Or seeme we not as faire still as we did? Or is he so with _Neroes_ playing wonne That he before _Poppea_ doth preferre it? Or doth he think to have occasion still, Still to have time to waite on our stolne meetings? _Enter Nimphidius to her_. But see, his presence now doth end those doubts. What is't, _Nimphidius_, hath so long detain'd you? _Nimphid_. Faith, Lady, causes strong enough, High walls, bard dores, and guards of armed men. _Poppea_. Were you Imprisoned, then, as you were going To the Theater? _Nimphid_. Not in my going, Lady, But in the Theater I was imprisoned. For after he was once upon the Stage The Gates[36] were more severely lookt into Then at a town besieg'd: no man, no cause Was Currant, no, nor passant. At other sights The striefe is only to get in, but here |
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