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, thou’rt dull:
’Twas thee I meant.
_Anic._ Me, Cæsar!
_Ner._ Dost remember
Boasting to me that thou hadst sailor means
To do a certain thing?
_Anic._ Ay.
_Ner._ Do it now.
I’ll owe thee life and fortune. Canst thou be trusted?
_Anic._ My love for Cæsar follows hand in hand
With his command in this.
_Ner._ Then do it, I say; 2620
No words, no explanation. Agrippina
Will come to Baiæ: there have thou thy ship.
_Anic._ I will have one at Bauli, one at Baiæ:
If she take either it shall serve the turn.
_Ner._ Go now contrive thy means; let nothing ’scape thee
To me or any other: when ’tis done
Hold thy head high.
_Anic._ Cæsar, I go to do it. [_Exit._
_Ner._ Now comes my part: ay, though it vex my soul
To stoop; tho’ this be Cæsar’s greatest wrong,
That he must patch his faultless power with guile,
And having all command, miss of his will 2631
But for a subterfuge .... yet for this once
I’ll do it—’tis little; but to write a letter,
Feign to discard Poppæa, as mistrusting
Her love and character; and from that vantage
I surely win my mother to come forth
And join the court at Baiæ—she will come.
ACT · V
SCENE · 1
_Baiæ. A room in Agrippina’s villa; the back gives out
on the sea, where a galley is seen moored to quay of
villa. AGRIPPINA and FULVIA._
_AGRIPPINA._
Is not this charming, Fulvia? what a day!
I feel I have never breathed spring air before.
And how the people cheered! it did me good. 2640
Here’s my old seat. The villa’s looking well.
Could but Domitia see us now! How smoothly
Her little plot went off! My first suspicions,
Fulvia, I am sure were wrong: this invitation
Was most well meant; and see the tenderness
Has even called up my tears. You cannot know
What fond associations make this house
A home indeed. I wish I had not refused
To take the yacht at Bauli: ’twas an error,
Over-precaution.
_FULVIA._
Madam, I but told you 2650
The very words Seleucus.... [_A noise without._
_Agr._ What is that noise?
_Ful._ ’Tis Cæsar coming with a company.
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