_Br._ I mind it not: I wear no mask: and manifold occasion Will oft surprise our closest guard, provoking 290 Unbidden motions that betray the heart: ’Twere vain to seek to quell them: they are like our shadows, Which, if the sun shine forth, appear and show Our form and figure. Such haps cannot be helped. _Enter Agrippina and attendants._ _ATTENDANT._ The Augusta, your royal mother. _AGRIPPINA._ Good day, my son. _Br._ Good morrow, mother. _Agr._ Octavia still here! Child, why, know you not ’Tis long past noon, and Dionysius Waits in the library? Begone, begone! What! crying? Here’s a picture to recover 300 A husband’s favour!—Fulvia, attend my daughter Into my tiring-room, and treat her eyes To hide these scalded rings: and then, Octavia, Go to the library, talk thy full hour; Thy Greek is shameful. The rest go. [_Exeunt Octavia and attendants._ My son, I’d speak with thee. _Br._ My mother’s pleasure? _Agr._ Thou art my pleasure, child. Fear me no more. I can be kinder to thee Than ever I have been to my own true son. 309 _Br._ I thank your majesty. _Agr._ Nay, now ’tis spoilt. Best call me mother. Thou hast need of me. I have heard all; what happed last night at supper. Thou hast offended Cæsar. _Br._ He does wrong To use the freedom of the feast to insult me, And then resent my freedom in repelling His right-aimed insult.