Poetical Works of Robert Bridges, Volume 3 — John Shaqi
Poetical Works of Robert Bridges, Volume 3Bridges, Robert
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Poetical Works of Robert Bridges, Volume 3
Bridges, Robert
English drama; English poetry
_Oth._ Listen. Thou hast reproached me
With going forth alone. What else could be? 760
Would’st thou consent to sit there at my side,
Where I, a man, am oft ashamed to sit?
Would’st thou, could’st thou be one among the women
Of Cæsar’s fancy?
_Pop._ I spake not seriously.
_Oth._ See, but I do. I tell thee, love, this night
Thou wert invited.
_Pop._ I!
_Oth._ He would have pressed it.
_Pop._ Who would have pressed it?
_Oth._ Cæsar.
_Pop._ What dost thou say?
(_Aside._) He treads on prophecy.
_Oth._ Knowing thy mind,
And mine, I begged him for our friendship’s sake
Urge me no further.
_Pop._ Thou did’st well, and he? 770
_Oth._ Again to-night he asked for thee. ’Twas this
Which made me sad and thoughtful.
_Pop._ Why be sad?
_Oth._ The meaning, love, the meaning: thou must guess it.
_Pop._ The very reason, Otho, which thou urgest
Against my going, is in truth the reason
Why such as I should go. As Cæsar’s friend,
Thou would’st do well to save him from the slough
He daily sinks in.
_Oth._ Nay, but such a stake
For such a flimsy hope.
_Pop._ I see a hope
In the invitation. Otho, let us see 780
What may be done among his friends.
_Oth._ Poppæa,
’Tis generously thought, but ’tis a thing
Must not be thought. Trust to my judgment, love.
’Tis Cæsar’s love of power that threats us here;
He would have nought held from him. Thee I hold,
And most because I know thou would’st be mine.
_Pop._ Then thou must trust me, Otho.
_Oth._ And so I do.
_Pop._ Why, I were well his match. Let us go in.
[_Exeunt._
SCENE · 4
_Room in the Palace. Enter AGRIPPINA and
PALLAS._
_AGRIPPINA._
Pallas, thy date is out: thou art dismissed;
Thou goest from the court: yet what thou takest 790
May soften thy regrets. Thy shiny days
Were not misspent, and thou may’st live like Cæsar.
Farewell, we still are friends: the debt I owe
I shall remember: ’twas thy power that first
Gave root to mine: for thee, I think my favours
Were once thy pleasure. If those days are gone,
We can look time in the face; we have not wasted
The days that flew: ’tis now with what remain
Still to be careful. Friends and firm allies.
_Pal._ Ay, firm as ever.
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