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
_Ner._ Nay, now thou’rt changed, thou’rt wrong: thou goest round
To the other side. If thou would’st give the advice
I need, I’d take it gladly. Listen, Burrus: 2161
I have another secret; if I tell thee
Thou may’st befriend me. I will tell thee. Hark!
’Tis this: I fear my mother; I cannot sound
Her heartlessness; my terror shames the shows
And feeble efforts of my trust and love.
I have read her eyes—
Oh, there’s no tenderness, no pious scruple
Writ in my favour there; nothing but hate.
To think that I am her son but whets to fierceness
Her fury, and her hellish plots are laid 2171
More recklessly and safely that she deems
I am not knit of that obdurate nerve
To sear the tender place of natural love.
I would not do it, Burrus, though I fear her
And hate her, as I must; but let it end
Ere it be worse. I pray thee do it, Burrus.
_Bur._ The cause of fear is magnified by terror:
The present circumstance were amply met
By Agrippina’s exile, which I urge, 2180
As ever, now. But let such sentence rest
On proven crime.
_Ner._ Oh, thus were ne’er an end.
Done, we stand clear.
_Bur._ Thus done, ’twere a foul crime:
And if you have found remorse in what before
Was schemed in fear and haste, consider, Cæsar,
If you would thank me for subserviency
Did I obey; for your sake I refuse.
_Ner._ Eh!
_Bur._ I refuse.
_Ner._ I have other friends.
_Bur._ So be it.
Take my demission. But remember, Cæsar,
That he who fills my place, handles the power 2190
That holds you up; he that hath strength to help
May find the will to hurt you.
_Ner._ I meant not that.
I trust thee, Burrus: I’ll be guided by thee.
What wilt thou do?
_Bur._ The wisest course is thus:
To-morrow Seneca and I will go
With chosen witnesses to Agrippina,
And lay the charge. If she draw quit of it,
Well; but if not, I promise that her place
Shall not win favour of me.
_Ner._ Dost thou promise?
_Bur._ I promise that.
_Ner._ And if there be a doubt, 2200
Thou’lt wrest it to my side?
_Bur._ I promise that.
_Ner._ ’Tis death.
_Bur._ Ay, death.
_Ner._ If that be thy last word
I am free. I would I had more such friends as thou.
But bring it not back; take all my power. Thou saidst
I had no cause for fear?
_Bur._ What should you fear?
_Ner._ I think thou’rt right.
_Bur._ Now, Cæsar, I will leave you.
Your spirits are much moved.
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