This guilty wretch, and draw his tainted breath?
O Jove, thou high-exalted father, why245
Dost thou so oft with thine imperial hand
Thy darts invincible at random hurl?
Why from his guilty head dost thou withhold
Thy hand of vengeance? Oh, that he might pay
For all his crimes the fitting penalty,
This son of deified Domitius,
This Nero, heartless tyrant of the world,250
Which he beneath the yoke of bondage holds,