In plain words, ours
He had his own grave dug in front of him, crying at every step and saying again and again: what an artist is about to die!
…he ordered a pit to be sunk before his eyes, of the size of his body, and the bottom to be covered with pieces of marble put together, if any could be found about the house; and water and wood, to be got ready for immediate use about his corpse; weeping at every thing that was done, and frequently saying, “What an artist is now about to perish!”
Suetonius, Life of Nero 49Translated by Alexander Thomson, revised by T. Forester (1889)Read the full passage (Suetonius, Life of Nero 49, opens gutenberg.org)