To think that I am her son but whets to fierceness
Her fury, and her hellish plots are laid
More recklessly and safely that she deems
I am not knit of that obdurate nerve
To sear the tender place of natural love.
I would not do it, Burrus, though I fear her
And hate her, as I must; but let it end
Ere it be worse. I pray thee do it, Burrus.
Bur. The cause of fear is magnified by terror:
The present circumstance were amply met