Than that wild tyrant’s cruel heart, he hates
Those sprung of noble blood, he scorns alike
The gods and men. He knows not how to wield
The fortune his illustrious father gave
By means of basest crime. And though he blush,
Ungrateful, from his cursed mother’s hands
To take the empire, though he has repaid
The gift with death, yet shall the woman bear
Her title ever, even after death.
Octavia, 240-56: