Act + 

I + 

Scene + 

II + 

Otho, Poppaea + 

Otho + 

Thus far we’re safe. Thanks to the rosy queen + 

Of amorous thefts; and had her wanton son + 

Lent us his wings, we could not have beguiled + 

With more elusive speed the dazzled sight + 

Of wakeful jealousy. Be gay securely; + 

Dispel, my fair, with smiles, the tim’rous cloud + 

That hangs on thy clear brow. So Helen looked, + 

So her white neck reclined, so was she borne + 

By the young Trojan to his gilded bark + 

With fond reluctance, yielding modesty, + 

And oft reverted eye, as if she knew not + 

Whether she feared, or wished to be pursued. + 