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
_Petr._ Like the nurse in Seneca’s tragedy.
_Par._ The tale I bring, my lords, is little suited
To make your sport.
_Petr._ No?
_Ner._ This is excellent. 2011
_Pop._ I think he is in earnest.
_Ner._ ’Tis his art.
_Par._ I am a messenger now, and no actor,
Sent by your royal aunt Domitia
To unmask a thing, which, though the gods be praised
That in discovery have wrought prevention,
Is yet a damnèd plot....
_Ner._ (_rising_). A plot, a plot! [_All rise._
Stand off; stand off! a plot, thou say’st? a plot?
_Pop._ (_aside to Nero_). Pray heaven this prove not now
some fresh contrivance
Of the empress. 2020
_Ner._ Stand all aside. Art thou in earnest?
_Par._ Pardon me, Cæsar. Did this plot concern
Less than thy life...
_Ner._ My life! by all the gods,
Speak but his name who dares.
_Par._ Will Cæsar’s ear
Grant me indulgence?
_Ner._ Speak, fool, or thou diest.
_Par._ The matter is disclosed by certain freedmen
Engaged by the empress.
_Ner._ Ah!
_Pop._ (_to Nero_). Said I not so?
_Ner._ Be this proved, ’tis the last.
_Pop._ (_to Nero_). Ay, till the next.
_Ner._ Paris, as thou would’st live another moment,
Speak now but truth.
_Par._ (_shows a paper_). See here the evidence.
If Cæsar read this, ’twill give certain colour 2030
To worst suspicion. Here are writ the names.
_Ner._ Read me the names.
_Par._ Rubellius Plautus.
_Ner._ Ha!
Enough. I know ’tis true the villain’s blood
Hath from Augustus equal claim with mine.
Who else?
_Par._ Balbillus and Arruntius Stella,
With Fænius Rufus, and your royal mother,
And some who ’scape the crime disclosing it.
_Ner._ I’ll have their lives to-night.
_Tig._ I pray now, Cæsar,
Grant me this order.
_Anic._ Or me.
_Ner._ Nay, who are ye?
Go, Tigellinus, fetch me Burrus hither. 2040
_Par._ I have his name set down with the conspiracy.
_Ner._ Burrus?
_Par._ ’Tis question of him, nothing certain.
_Ner._ Escort him here unarmed; I’ll speak with him.
_Tig._ Cæsar, I go. [_Exit._
_Ner._ Give me thy paper, sirrah.
What have we here? [_Reads._
_Petr._ (_to Servt._) Call me my servant there.
_Anic._ Wilt thou go?
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