To thee, Caesar, to thee, we come: for thou
Alone mayst with this conflagration cope.
NERO. Listen! Did ye not hear a wailing then?
The wailing of a woman in her grave?
Again! A wailing, and I know the voice!
_Enter_ OTHERS _hastily_
MESSENGER. Caesar, the fire has reached the Palatine!
Rome will be ashes soon.
ANOTHER. We have fought fire
With water: matched the elements in vain,
For the fire triumphs: Caesar, what aid from thee?
_Enter_ ANOTHER
MESSENGER. Caesar, the temple of Jupiter is aflame.
The shrine of Vesta next will crash to the earth.
ANOTHER. Open the sluices of the Campus Martius.
ANOTHER. Issue some sudden edict: give command.
NERO. No edict will I issue, or command.
Let the fire rage.
CHORUS. O Caesar!
NERO. Let it rage!
ANOTHER. Caesar, 'tis said this fire was lit by thee.
That thou wouldst burn old Rome to build a new,
A Rome more glorious issuing from the flames:
This tale hath maddened all the common folk
Who, from their smouldering homes, curse thee aloud.
NERO. This fire is not the act of mortal mind,
But is the huge conception of a spirit
Dreaming beyond the tomb a mighty thought.
She would express herself in burning fire:
This is the awful vengeance of the dead;
This is my mother Agrippina's deed.
I will not baulk the fury of her spirit.
No! Let her glut her anger on the city,
For only Rome in ashes can appease her,
Let the fire rage and purge me of her blood!
[_The flame flashes upward._
Rage!
Rage on!
See, see!
How beautiful!
Like a rose magnificently burning!
[_The flame flashes up._
Rage on!
Thou art that which poets use,
Or which consumes them.
Thou art in me!
Thou dreadful womb of mighty spirits,
And crimson sepulchre of them!
[_The flame flashes up._
Blaze! Blaze!
How it eats and eats!
How it drinks!
What hunger is like unto the hunger of fire?
What thirst is like unto the thirst of flame?
[_The flame flashes up._
O fury superb!
O incurable lust of ruin!
O panting perdition!
O splendid devastation!
I, I, too, have felt it!
To destroy--to destroy!
To leave behind me ashes, ashes.
[_The flame flashes up._
Rage! Rage on!
Or art thou passion, art thou des
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