To hold the scepter which his mother gave;
And though by death he has requited her:95
Still will the glory of the empire won
Belong to her for centuries to come.
Nurse: Restrain these words that voice thy raging heart,
And check thy tongue's too rash and thoughtless speech.
Octavia: Though I should bear what may be borne, my woes,100
Save by a cruel death, could not be ended.
For, since my mother was by murder slain,
And my father taken off by crime most foul,