That thou by thine own offspring mayst restore
Thy father's falling house.180
Octavia: This princely house
Expects an heir, 'tis true; but not from me,
For I am doomed to meet my brother's fate.
Nurse: Console thy heart with this, that thou art dear
Unto the populace, who love thee well.
Octavia: That thought doth soothe, but cannot cure my grief.
Nurse: Their power availeth much.185
Octavia: The prince's more.