And, dying, doomed me to perpetual grief.
For after her in quick succession came
Her husband and her son; and this our house,
Already falling, was to ruin plunged.
Nurse: Forbear with pious tears to renew thy grief,270
And do not so disturb thy father's shade,
Who for his rage has bitterly atoned.
Chorus [sympathetic with Octavia]: False prove the rumor that of late
To our ears has come! May its vaunted threats